Heating Up

by JujubeLand

Rating: mature
Tags: Caramel, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Cherry Jubilee
Length: 2044

Caramel must not embrace his feelings for Cherry Jubilee. Yeah, that'll happen.

Caramel knows that Cherry Jubilee is his boss, and nothing more. Their previous trysts were just the solution to her estrus problem, and the fact that she's invited him for a dip in her pool during this nasty heat wave is merely her being her usual kind self. There is no possible way that something more might come of it. No way at all.

This particular story (based off another Sexty Minute Ponies prompt) can work as a standalone, but it does make reference to the events in Sweet and Sticky, so reading that one first may be helpful. Please enjoy!

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Published 2012-09-02 08:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-02 08:44:02 UTC

The Story

I tried my hardest to write it off as a fling; not quite a one-night stand, but still nothing lasting. The first time was just a means of providing assistance, a way to satisfy a mare struggling with the yearly estrus cycle. She was very straightforward about the whole business, ensuring that I wasn't already in a relationship and only proceeding if I was comfortable with her suggestion. The benefits far outweighed the risks, at least from my end, and for a few days, I was able to provide her with much-needed relief. Our sessions were wonderful, sometimes even mind-blowing, but as desperately as I wanted them to mean something a little more, I always knew in the back of my mind that I was merely doing her a favor. That was two weeks ago, and ever since then, I've viewed her in a slightly different light, but I know that I absolutely can not think of her that way.

She's a real sweetheart, Cherry Jubilee. She has been ever since the first day I came to Cherry Hill Ranch to look for work. Of all the employers I've had in the past, she's the one who has shown the most compassion and understanding to her workers, encouraging them and providing them with support whenever they need it. I certainly never expected her to come trotting around in the middle of the day, while all of us were out bucking our way through her orchards, with water and some delicious treats, but there she was, day after day, bringing us freshly-baked ginger snaps or slices of her homemade cherry cobbler. The other laborers appreciate it, sure, but it really touched me the first time, and it never ceases to amaze me when she shows so much kindness.

That's why I didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary when she came around at noon today. The sun has been especially cruel these last few days, a heat wave with no relief in sight. Dodge Junction is prone to suffer from those, leaving me soaked with sweat and glad to call it a day. Today was exceptionally bad, probably the worst I've ever experienced, but there she was, right on time, bringing out plenty of water for us to rehydrate and some slices of banana bread to nibble on. When the others had thanked her and left, though, she asked me to stick around for a second. In that adorable little accent of hers, she told me that she appreciated all my hard work, and that if the day stayed as hot as it was, I was more than welcome to take a dip in her pool. I thanked her, of course, and said I'd definitely consider it.

Well, believe it or not, the sun just seemed to get hotter as the day went on, and my mind was made up before I bucked my last cherry tree. She has a little indoor number, nothing too fancy, but a nice pool nonetheless, and I headed straight there after taking a nice long drink of cool water; I was certainly looking forward to a soak.

Now, here I stand, my jaw hanging open like a fool, and my eyes as big as dinner plates as I stare. Obviously, I wasn't the only one who needed to cool off this evening. No sooner had I opened the door and stepped inside when I was met with quite possibly the most unbelievably sexy sight I've ever seen in my entire life, and even now, I can't tear my gaze away. Cherry Jubilee, the mare with whom I've shared several intimate moments, is reclining poolside, her head propped up by a hoof and her other hoof resting sultrily on her hips. Her coat is matted down; she's clearly taken a dip already, but the glistening of the water along the length of her curvy body is making her even more beautiful than usual. That red hair, usually pulled up in a bun, now tumbles freely down around her shoulders and pools below her smiling face. It's longer than I imagined, and somehow, that makes her better-looking.

My stunned stare is interrupted by her voice, silky and seductive. “See something ya like, Caramel?”

I see quite a few things I like. “Uh...uh-huh...” The disconnect between what I think and what I say is staggering, and the gorgeous mare in front of me is certainly to blame. Not that I mind.

“Well, then why don't ya come on over 'n' prove it?” She winks.

How such a simple gesture could prove to be my undoing is beyond me, but it works like a charm. In an instant, I'm moving towards her, drinking in every inch of her stunning body, from her half-lidded stare, to the cream-colored ocean of her midsection, to her wide and alluring hips, to the little bud that lies between her legs. It's like I'm seeing her for the first time, and I definitely see something I like.

I arrive at her side and look down at her as she rolls onto her back, tucking her forelegs in close to her body so she can look even cuter than before. Control is quickly slipping away, and a certain part of me is definitely beginning to express its approval for the mare beneath me. Her eyes drift down to that area, and I blush when she licks her lips. “Mmm...looks like yer enjoyin' yerself.” She catches my gaze again. “I hope yer in the mood t' share.”

Hard. As a bucking. Rock.

I dive my head down, catching her lips for an aggressive kiss. I can't stay in one place, however, and as my body moves almost unconsciously to straddle her prone form, I pepper her cheeks, her neck, her shoulder, anywhere I can reach with little kisses and gentle nibbles. She shows her appreciation with a few soft coos, but the real kicker comes when she leans her head up and whispers in my ear. “Caramel...mmm, lemme say somethin' right quick, darlin'.” I pull my head back and lock eyes with her, simultaneously frustrated at the interruption and curious as to what she wants to say. The corners of her mouth turn up in a smile, and her cheeks match her hair for color as she begins to speak. “Ah know y'all have enjoyed bein' with me, and truth be told, Ah've enjoyed it quite a bit mahself. So much so, that Ah've kinda got a lil' confession t' make. The first time we did it, well Ah surely was in heat then, just about outta mah mind, but the other times...well, Ah mighta been stretchin' the truth a lil' bit.”

My mind races. “You mean that after that first day, you...you weren't in heat any more?”

“Well, Ah was, but 't weren't nothin' I couldn't usually handle mahself. Ah didn't wanna stop, though. Ain't never had a lover like you before, hon...nopony ever made me feel quite like that. That's why Ah invited ya over here today. Ah want t' feel that way again.”

In lieu of a response, I lunge my head forward again, locking lips with the sweet mare. She seems surprised and tentative at first, but soon, our muzzles are melting together. After a while, I pull away and look into her eyes again. Now, it's my turn to speak. “Cherry, I have to be honest with you too. I think you're amazing.”

“Oh, now, no need t' butter me up, hon,” she says with a wicked grin. “Ah'm already rarin' t' go.”

I swallow hard, resisting the urge to just go, go, go until she's nothing more than a quivering mass of hormones. “You don't understand. To me, you're not just a good lay, even though you are...you really, really are...” My rapidly derailing train of thought is placed back on the tracks. “You're a kind, sweet, wonderful mare, and I've never met anyone quite like you. Cherry...I think I might...” The words should come easily, but they stick in my throat.

Thankfully, she bails me out. “You mean y'all have got feelin's fer lil' ol' me, Caramel?” Her voice is soft, surprised, and her eyes are wider than before.

I smile and nod. “Very much so.”

Her face is the very picture of happiness. “Well, sugar, Ah think Ah've got feelin's fer you too.” Her forelegs wrap around the back of my neck, and for a few wonderful moments, we just smile at each other, our confessions taking root in one another's minds.

Eventually, she seems to break out a trance. “Be that as it may, hon, there's still an issue here that needs resolvin'.” When I incline my head questioningly, she nods toward my underside, and I blush as I remember my rather obvious excitement dangling below me, unsheathed and throbbing. “So whaddya say we get to it?”

No further prompts are needed, and after one final kiss, I rear up slightly and get to work. Practice makes perfect, and in no time at all, I'm aligned and poking the tip of my erection into her lower lips. I meet her eyes once again, seeing the intense need surfacing there. She may not be in heat, but she wants this. Badly. She leans up and whispers in my ear again. “Ah want you inside me.”

I roll my hips, plunging in with little effort. She's marvelously tight, but not uncomfortably so, and the return trip to her warm, wet depths is already sending me to the moon. I don't take it slow, instead settling into a rather quick rhythm, my hips pumping up and down. Beneath me, Cherry cries out with each thrust, her wordless shouts mingling with words my brain barely comprehends. “Oh yes...Oh! Fill me up! Fill me with yer big ol' cock! Ah wanna – hah! – Ah wanna feel ya all the way inside! Harder! Ah! Harder!”

Her dirty cries spur me on, and my pace quickens into a furious pounding, my hips slapping against hers with each descent. I know I won't last very long at this rapid rate, but I honestly do not care, reveling in every second that I'm buried in the mare that I...well, that I think I'm falling in love with. That thought makes me move even faster, desperate to satisfy Cherry even as my own end approaches quickly.

I grit my teeth and groan as the urge to finish becomes stronger and stronger, my thrusts hard and deep and met with more cries of approval from Cherry. At last, I hear her let out one final, long scream, and suddenly, my stallionhood is met with a wave of moisture from deep inside the mare. Elated, I push inside as far as I possibly can, our hips connected, and howl as I finally explode, releasing my entire load into her while my brain bursts in a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors.

Once the final drop of seed has been deposited, I slump to the side, slipping out of her as both parties give a satisfied groan. I snuggle up next to her as we ride out our highs. Once I'm capable of coherent thought again, I lean in and peck her on the cheek, then whisper in her ear, “Cherry Jubilee, I think I might love you.” There it is. I've said it. No matter what, I had to let those words be heard, rather than live my life as one big exercise in denial.

Her initial response is silence, and I can't help but think that she won't reciprocate. After a few seconds, however, I hear her voice, quiet and gentle but surprisingly strong, just like her. “Y'know Caramel, Ah think Ah'm gettin' there mahself.” She rolls her head over and kisses the end of my muzzle, and I respond in kind, doing my best to remain calm and composed even as my heart does cartwheels inside my chest.

Our kiss breaks after a few blissful moments, and I say, “If I couldn't before, I could really use a dip in the pool now.”

“Ah'd be happy t' join ya, if ya don't mind.”

A cheeky grin spreads across my face. “I wouldn't mind that one little bit.”